Claimed (Blood Ties #6)

But would he go to London? He was loyal to him, that I knew. Loyal to a fault. But he also wasn’t a lapdog. He might…he might help me.

With no other options, I would take that risk.

I left the bathroom behind, dressed in what was becoming my usual attire of black jeans and a long-sleeved black top, before I pulled on my boots and headed out of my bedroom. Nausea followed, especially when the bitter stench of coffee hit me.

I winced, bit down on my lip, and headed into the kitchen, to find Guild standing over the machine. He lifted his head, glancing over his shoulder as I strode into the kitchen. “Fresh brewed. Ready for a cup?”

I winced, shaking my head and earning myself a scowl.

“No?”

I stopped at the edge of the counter. “No, thank you. I can’t…”

He turned abruptly, concern in his eyes. “You okay?”

My pulse spiked, making me tremble. I held my breath, glanced over my shoulder at the doorway of the kitchen, and strained to hear London or Carven before I turned back. “If I asked you to do something for me, could I trust you not to tell London or Carven?”

He scowled. “It would depend on what you’re asking me to do. Is there someone causing you problems?”

“What? No,” I whispered, my mind drifting to that little bean inside me. If I was indeed pregnant. “I mean, not really. I just…”

This wouldn’t work. I couldn’t be sure. Not really sure. “You know what?” I murmured. “Never mind. Forget I asked.”

I turned away, my stomach sinking.

“Hey,” Guild growled softly. He grabbed my arm before I knew it, easing me around to face him. His dark brown eyes searched mine. “What’s going on?”

Stupid. Goddamn. Tears. They blurred his face. “It’s nothing.” I tried, my voice husky.

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”

I shook my head. The words I was desperate to say sat rock hard in the back of my throat.

“Tell me.”

I shook my head.

“Vivienne.”

I met his stare. “Can I trust you?”

I was pushing him into a corner. One where I was asking him to divide his loyalties.

“Will this piss London off?” he asked.

I gave a shrug. “Probably.”

“Could this be dangerous to you if I don’t do it?”

I thought about that, about the buildings we invaded and the men we fought. One punch to the stomach, that’s all it’d take. I answered the only way I could. “Yes.”

“Then I’ll do it. Pissing London off is one thing, but if this could cause you harm, then I won’t have that. What do you need, honey?”

I held his gaze and, using all the courage I had, whispered the words I was terrified to use. “I need a pregnancy test.”

His eyes widened before he lowered his gaze. “Preg—”

I slammed my hand over his mouth, muffling the words. “Shhh.” My eyes darted to the doorway as I listened for any sound in the hall. “Not so loud, okay?”